Victims of the times

If only we lived in another age, you'd send me roses everyday, court my chaperoned self, and hold my hand as we walked down the turquoise lake. I'd write you long, perfumed letters, transport you to the last time we were together, tell you of my favourite books and tunes, which you'd then read and…

THE TIDE OF TIME

Time is such a deceptive concept – but then again, that’s all it is… a concept. It has different moods, and plays different roles; sometimes solemn, sometimes frivolous; sometimes a healer (or mostly, just a drug); and sometimes a nagger. It takes different forms, like water;coming like the waves that break upon the shore, and…

The Real in the Unreal

Dear reader, it’s funny how the world is so full of contradictions; how every time a proposition is presented, the contradictions come rushing in - the opponents, the critics, the naysayers. Not to sound too morose, but I find the greatest contradiction has manifested itself in regards to the impending inevitable, the doom, the death,…